The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain against the leaded glass of the great hall did not sound like water to Aldous Vane; it sounded like the grinding of millstones, a slow, eternal erosion of the world outside the stone walls of Blackwood Manor. He sat in the corner of the high-backed oak chair, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of grey light that pierced the gloom. The air smelled...

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